I am walking in the last rays of the setting sun. Whistling a hangman's tune with head held high swinging my gun. I say this little boy is angry, I say this little boy is mad! This little boy comes to destroy, stone-eyed, cold-faced in swathes of vengeance clad.
And the black cock crows. And a dead wind blows.
In my wake are seven women who tried to steal my soul. In my belly six wild wolves curse and howl from their foul hole. I say no earthly will may stop me, I say no earthly will may try. No earthly will may halt the spill of blood from wounds and tears from craving eyes.
And the black cock crows. And a dead wind blows.
Below me burn the city lights in fires of pearls and jewels. I'm climbling down the city walls, unseen, unfussed - the sentries must be fools. I say all pleasantries are over, I say all pleasantries are past. My enemies, you pimps and thieves, prepare to meet your nemesis at last.
And the black cock crows. And the dead wind blows.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
